Alaska
You might hold her
But you don't love her
You might have sold her
If you hadn't bought her
Just like a father
You hover above her
Wasting away her days
Waiting to smother
Ah, the way you've grown on me
Ah, complacent eulogy
Ah, Alaska's got to me
Look over your shoulder
She's gotten older
Kids and a stroller
4 days sober
And she can't be bothered
By the gun in the holster
Taking away her days
And starting over
Ah, the way you've grown on me
Ah, complacent eulogy
Ah, Alaska's got to me
Writer/s: Dawson Sinnicks
